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Title: The Truth Shall Set You Free

Chapter Title: Distractions

Author: Moontyger

Archived: Also at my LJ.
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Rating: NC-17, explicit
sex

Pairings: Soren/Ike

Disclaimer: I do not own
Fire Emblem, nor these characters and I am making no money off this
story.

Author's Note: More smut, some angst and actual plot. Takes place immediately after the previous chapter. Next chapter: everyone else! (Ok, not everyone.)

When he felt he could, he helped Soren down from the table and held
him close. “I didn't hurt you, did I? I'm sorry I was so
impatient.”

“I'll
be okay. I wanted you, too, and besides, I'm not so fragile as all
that.” He wrapped his arms around Ike's waist and leaned into
him, listening to his heartbeat.

Ike
smiled, feeling incredibly happy. He'd never give up the sex, but
the general affection meant a lot to him, too. “Come on, let's
go to my tent, where we can be more comfortable,” he says,
lightly pushing the smaller man away and making a quick effort to
look semi-presentable.

“But,
don't you think-”

“It's
been a hard day. No more work tonight. Just come spend time with
me, please.”

Of
course he couldn't say no, not when Ike asked like that and he heard
the longing in his voice and saw that cute and vulnerable smile. Ah
well. He had some ideas for the rest of the evening anyway.

So when
they get back to Ike's tent, he sits on the bed beside him and kisses
him. They kiss for what feels like a long time and it is wonderful,
intimate and perfect, without the urgency of before but no less
passionate for that. When they finally stop, the look he gives Ike
is openly needy and incredibly serious. Yet his words are
deliberately light, as though they are of no moment at all. “Think
I could talk you into taking off your clothes and letting me take
care of you for a change?”

Ike
gave Soren a questioning look, but did as he asked, curious what he
had in mind.

“Lie
down.”

He does
so and watches as he coats his hands with oil. “What are you
going to do?” he asks when he can't take the silence and
mystery anymore.

“I,”
he said, “am going to give you a massage. I'm sure you must be
tense and sore after today and I did promise your sister that
I would take care of you.” Ike groaned as fingers that seemed
far stronger than they looked dug into his stiff shoulders. “The
fact that this lets me touch you all over is merely a nice bonus.”
His teasing smile as he says it admits to the lie in his words.

It
feels amazing. He hadn't realized how tense he still was. He closes
his eyes and enjoys the sensation. “You're good at this.
Where did you learn it?” he asks, as it suddenly occurs to him
that he has no idea where this skill came from.

Soren's
smile is secretive and his hands don't stop. “Does it really
matter, as long as you are enjoying it?”

A
jealous part of Ike insisted that yes, it mattered a hell of a lot,
but he made himself say nothing. If he said it didn't matter, then
it didn't. Soren trusted him absolutely; he could do no less, even
if it didn't come naturally to him.

As
aches vanished and he began to feel more relaxed than he can remember
being, well, ever, he started to find the hands on his body
arousing rather than comforting. The heat in Soren's eyes as he
watched and massaged only made it worse.

Soren
looked at his erection and gave a tiny smile, but showed no other
signs of noticing. “Turn over,” he said, tapping him
lightly on the hip and Ike obeyed willingly. He could see where this
was going now, but he certainly wasn't going to complain about it or
stop it.

Sensations
seemed heightened now that he couldn't see what was happening. Warm
hands simultaneously soothed and excited him. Soren continued the
pattern of starting at the neck and worked his way down methodically.
Ike finds himself tensing with anticipation of where those warm
hands will touch him next.

Soren
noticed. “Hey, you're supposed to be relaxing, not tensing
up,” he scolded in a low voice.

But he
feels too good to stop reacting; his whole body feels hot and he
aches with need again. So he flips himself over and pulls Soren to
him, pleased when he laughs and accepts the kiss, less pleased when
he pulls away afterwards.

“I'm
not done yet,” he said, and his voice was full of promise and
desire. And how could Ike say no to that? So he lay back again and
waited, watching.

He
began with determinedly finishing the massage he had begun, lifting
each of Ike's legs in turn and massaging the backs of them from feet
to thighs. By the time he was done with that, Ike was almost sure
his real plan was to drive him crazy. He was certain of it when the
next step proved to be a slow and gentle tracing of the scars he had
gained in this long war, one by one, first with fingers, then with
his tongue.

“Soren,”
he moaned and couldn't stop himself from reaching for him. “You're
driving me insane.”

“That's
the idea, isn't it?” He shifted his hips teasingly on top of
Ike and moaned, some of the same urgency in his voice now, before
pulling away. “Don't worry, I won't make you wait much
longer.”

Soren
began to remove his robes, slowly, tantalizingly. He blushed as he
did it, but this evidence that he has gone out of his way to please
his partner just makes it more arousing. Ike can't take his eyes off
him, both because of the suggestion that he really won't have to wait
much longer and because he loves to look at him. He was practically
panting as he watched and he might have been embarrassed had he not
known Soren was trying to provoke just this reaction. “You're
beautiful,” he said at last and reaches for him, longing to
touch as well as look.

He
blushed even deeper, but willingly, even eagerly, came into Ike's
arms to be kissed and caressed. But again he stopped it before it
went very far. “Let me make love to you this time,” he
said, and his tone of voice made it a request. “It's been a
terrible day; let me take care of you.” He didn't say the
words he is really thinking, “let me try to be worthy of you,”
but Ike could tell that this meant a lot to him, even if he doesn't
know why. He had some doubts, but he couldn't deny the man he loves
something he really wants, so of course he agreed. “All
right,” he said softly. “I trust you.”

The
smile he got in return makes everything worth it. Ike thinks he
would do anything, go through any number of days just as difficult as
this, if he just got to see that smile at the end of it. And then
Soren was sucking and nibbling on his earlobe while one hand tweaked
a nipple and he stoppe thinking about anything but how good this felt
and how much he wanted it to continue.

Despite
his earlier words, it was clear his lover was in no hurry. He
lingered over Ike's nipples, gently rolling them between his lips
with his tongue one at a time and then going back for sucking and
lightly biting them. He dragged his nails over his sensitive sides,
gently bit at his hipbones and kissed and licked his way down from
his navel, leaving Ike breathless. By the time he took his penis
into his mouth, swirling his tongue in slow circles over the tip, he
was nearly ready to beg.

He was
so aroused that he scarcely noticed the first finger inside him and
when he did, it only added to his pleasure. He couldn't help but
moan and thrust into the fingers exploring him, amazed at how good it
feels. Ike had never really thought he wanted this, but maybe he was
wrong. And then those long, slender fingers pressed just the right
spot inside of him and he knows he was wrong. He almost came
right then and he whimpered with loss when Soren removed his fingers.

“Are
you sure this is okay?” he whispered.

Later
he will be grateful for Soren's concern, but right now Ike can only
be impatient. His response was a moan and a wordless gesture as he
reached for Soren's cock, nearly as achingly hard as his own, to show
him what he wants, but he wasn't sure he could speak right now if he
wanted to. And conversation was the last thing on his mind. It felt
so good to let someone else be in control for awhile; why
hadn't he tried this before?

In some
ways it felt nothing like fingers; it felt better and he
thought he could melt from it. Soren tried to be gentle and careful
and he really was, until Ike found himself begging him to thrust into
him harder, faster.

When he
came, it was so intense he felt like he had shattered into a million
pieces. But it was all right, because Soren was right there, holding
him, to put the pieces back together. He wiped them off gently,
lovingly, then curled around him. Ike felt his breath in his ear as
a hand gently stroked his hair.

“I
should let you do that more often,” he said, both because he
meant it and to watch Soren's blush and shy smile.

“Anytime,”
he mumbled, then continued in a more normal tone. “Sometimes
you really do need someone to take care of you, even if it isn't as
often as Mist seems to think. And I'm glad to do it. I like to give
you pleasure.”

Ike
smiled back and then closed his eyes, stroking Soren's hair
contentedly.

Soon
enough, however, he started thinking and then he remembered.
Remembered the day and responsibities and all the things he had been
trying to forget. His smile gradually faded and at last he felt he
had to say something.

“I
don't know how much time we'll have for this in the near future.
I've been advised that we both need to be more accessible and to
spend more time with the troops, so they won't worry that our
sleeping together means your advice will be biased, or my response to
it will be. I don't really want to; I want to spend all my time with
you, but it can't be helped.”

Soren's
expression immediately became serious and he winced. “I
suppose I should have thought about that. I'm sorry that I didn't; I
guess I wasn't doing my job there. Maybe people are right to worry.”

Ike
wrapped his arms around him and held him close, feeling terribly
guilty for worrying him. “I don't blame you at all. And I
think anyone who expects you to completely deny yourself is crazy.
Besides, I don't want to give you up and I don't plan to. It just
means that we will have to make sacrifices and spend time we'd rather
spend with each other with the rest of the troops, so they feel they
know us and remain confident in our judgment.”

“I'm...
not very good at such things. You know I'm not good with people.
But... I'll do my best.”

Soren's
voice was hesitant and he could tell the idea made him nervous. Ike
hated to ask this of him. Now that he had heard about some of his
past, the way he kept his distance from people made sense and he knew
this would be very hard and perhaps painful for him.

“I'm
sorry to put this responsibility on you. I know it is not normally
your job and you wouldn't have to do it if you were in a relationship
with anyone else. I never meant to add to your burdens.” He
stopped speaking and looked at Soren for a long moment, trying to
imprint this image of him in his mind, and hoping he wouldn't leave
him, now that the difficulties of being the general's lover were
becoming apparent. “If it gets to be too much and it is too
hard for you, come find me, whenever and wherever. I'll always be
glad to see you,” he offered. “And come here to sleep,
no matter what time it is and whether I am here yet or not. You
promised I wouldn't ever have to sleep alone, and I will hold you to
that!”

That
got him a smile and his lover snuggled closer. “As long as you
come join me at some point. I don't want to sleep alone again,
either.”

Soren
drifted off to sleep still curled around him, but Ike finds he can't
sleep. He counts the scars on Soren's pale skin and remembers where
most of them came from. He really could lose him in this war; it
wasn't a game and it wasn't safe. People died, even people you
wanted to protect. Healing staves can't cure everything; some wounds
are past healing.

“You're
not allowed to die.” He spoke in a whisper, but Soren wakes
anyway.

“What
was that?” he mumbled sleepily.

“You
are not allowed to die in this war. Got that?” he repeats,
tightening his arms around him as though he can somehow keep him safe
if he can just hold him close enough.

“Oh,
Ike,” he murmured, and gently turned his head to kiss him.
“You're not allowed to die and leave me alone either, you
know.”

He was
quiet for long enough that Ike thought he had fallen asleep again.
“You're thinking about today, aren't you?”

“I
suppose I am. I didn't want to kill Jill's father. He didn't have
to die. Not only was he her father, but General Shiharam seems to
have been a good man. I don't understand why he did this.”

“We
didn't have any choice, Ike. You know that. We had to shut the
floodgates, and he wouldn't surrender and let us do it without
killing him. You did the best you could.” Soren's voice and
words are soothing, but he is tracing nervous circles on Ike's chest
with a finger until Ike reaches over and takes the hand in his.

“Still...
I shouldn't have ordered you to do it. For something like that, I
should do it myself.” He turns over the hand he holds and
looks at it as though he can see the blood he knows should be on it.
Not that his own hands are anywhere near clean.

“It
is hardly the first person I've killed. We're mercenaries; it's what
we do.” There is no hesitation in his voice and Ike wonders
how he can sound so certain. He envies him that certainty, that lack
of the doubts that torment him, the endless questions about the
rightness of what they are doing. Yet he knows it doesn't mean Soren
is heartless. He'd always known it, and was even more certain of it
now.

“Why
wouldn't he surrender?” he asks. “He knows Jill is with
us, I'm sure of it, so he must have known we'd let him live.”

Soren
thought about this for awhile. He knew the answer, of course, but he
hated to tell Ike because he knew it would upset him. But since he
had asked, he eventually answered. “Haven't you noticed how
scared everyone seems to be of the king here? I think he must be
very hard on those who fail; hard enough that death at our hands is
preferable.” He paused and thought some more. “I
suspect opening the floodgates was his order, as well. I don't get
the idea Ashnard cares about his citizens.”

He had
answered honestly, but he didn't want Ike to dwell on his answer and
he knew he would if he didn't do something to prevent it. He wanted
to make him feel better, not worse. So he sat up and moved to sit on
Ike's stomach, straddling him, and then proceeded to tickle him
mercilessly, not stopping until he was breathless from laughing.

He
looked at Ike, red-faced, dishelved, and smiling under him, and
couldn't help but feel happier himself.

“What
was that for?” Ike asked, still laughing.

“Making
you smile. Don't you feel better now?”

And Ike
had to admit that he did feel better. Strange how something like
that, behaving like the children they no longer were, could make him
feel so much happier.
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